Chapter 385 384 From King of the Glades to Lord of the Swamp
Chapter 385 384. From King of the Glades to Lord of the Swamp
Hogg soon waited for a "buyer" in his big beast's den, which happened faster than Chief Bloodclaw imagined.
Although Honest Goudan is just a newbie, he has a group of friends who can truly fly.
The best thing is that Transia has entered autumn recently. Under the continuous rain, the sun rarely appears, giving the vampires an environment where they can move freely.
Therefore, Goudan, the new coffin bearer, was carried by Che Che and Hao GeGeGe by one arm and flew all the way over. There was no need to rent horses like other novices who were struggling and had to run over quickly.
It’s easy and hassle-free. The only problem is that it’s a bit unfriendly to people who are afraid of heights.
But fortunately, honest man Goudan is not afraid of heights.
However, he can be sure that these two bastards must have done it on purpose!
This can be seen from the expressions of joy and amusement that cannot be concealed on their pale faces. The two bastards are satisfied with the horror of Brother Goudan yelling along the way.
The experience of flying at nearly the speed of sound made Goudan lose all feeling in both arms, and he almost sat down on the ground due to the fighting between his two arms.
But this guy is very tough.
He knew that the two bad guys wanted to see him in such a miserable state, but even though he was about to vomit, he just gritted his teeth and kept silent so that they could not get what they wanted.
"Ah, warriors from Scarlet Castle! Come on, come on, Chief Hogg has prepared what you need."
Riding a coyote to greet the three guys was Hogg's adjutant, Nash, the leader of the Bloodclaw clan's hunting team. This guy was also given a computing orb that allowed him to communicate with the players.
This short man like Hogg has a cunning wisdom very similar to Hogg, and his green eyes reflect a touch of cleverness.
It also knew very well that during this period, the Bloodclaw clan was able to quickly control the rich Smuggler's Woodland, allowing the clansmen to live a good life with no worries about food and clothing, all thanks to the hard work of this group of warriors.
More importantly, Nash had seen with his own eyes the scene of these warriors hunting down the Skeleton Army. He knew that once the two sides became hostile, his Blood Claw clan would probably be defeated and slaughtered in a very short period of time.
Chief Hogg's wisdom was spot on.
Maintaining a good relationship with these terrifying guys from the Scarlet Keep is beneficial to the Bloodclaw clan. Driven by this idea, Nash's attitude towards the warriors is also very enthusiastic.
It has even developed a few "acquaintances" among the players, and occasionally assigns them tasks with small risks and high rewards to increase their "favorability."
This wave, this wave is about building goodwill towards each other, and the final result is a "good friendship story".
"Hey, Nash, you've gained a lot of weight recently. You're much better than the skinny skin you were before."
Cheche's optimistic character makes it impossible for him to be a damn racist, so he is also one of Nash's few "friends".
He took the initiative to say hello to the short Jackal hunting captain in front of him, and Nash also laughed wildly on his coyote, looked around slyly, took out two rough wooden keys from the leather bag around his waist, and threw them away.
After giving Cheche and the good pigeon, it lowered its voice and said:
"Thank you for the human spirits and flavored bacon that you secretly provided me last time. My people liked it very much, and I made a small fortune from it.
I buried your share in the same place as before.
Remember to pick it up when you have time."
"It's easy to talk about."
Hao Gegege and Cheche laughed and put away the keys without any psychological burden.
In the current situation where the commercial exchanges between the Scarlet Castle and the Bloodclaw clan are monopolized by the Batasin Chamber of Commerce, the behavior of Hao Gegege and Cheche is undoubtedly "smuggling", but after all, they have special status, even if the Batasin Chamber of Commerce or the
The Blood Rat Gang found out and there was nothing they could do.
Of course, this kind of thing cannot be done openly. After all, small players also want to be embarrassed, so they can only do it secretly on a small scale.
Fortunately, Nash doesn't have a big appetite now.
It is very cunning, and it knows that even if Chief Hogg discovers what it has done, it will not be able to escape a whipping.
But unfortunately, there were four female jackals and six cubs to raise at home, so Nash had no choice but to secretly use his job to do some side business to improve his life.
The four female Jackals were all rescued by Nash during the previous collapse of Camp Kenport, and the six cubs were not her children, but they were the only glimmer of humanity in the Jackals' savage character, which made Nash shoulder the responsibility.
took on the responsibility of taking care of them.
Hogg appreciated this very much and felt more at ease with Nash No. 2.
A guy with a conscience!
Even if it is a jackal, it is still trustworthy.
Under the leadership of the enthusiastic Nash, Hao GeGe, Che Che and Gou Dan, who was visiting Smuggler's Wood for the first time and was curious about everything, quickly arrived at the Bloodclaw clan's large den.
This place used to be a gentle hill, but now it has been dug by the kobolds of the Bloodclaw clan into a rather "spectacular" cave-like shape, but with passages connecting each other.
Just the "cave dwellings" scattered all over the ground can already show the "strong military strength" of the Bloodclaw clan, and there are tunnels extending in all directions in the underground area, which is enough to fully increase the defense of this cave.
The cave and Scarlet Castle, which are full of clan style, are two completely different areas. Those weird flags waving around are full of clan style, which also makes Goudan feel uncomfortable with the eclectic art style of this ghost game.
Open your eyes.
Soon, he saw Chief Hogg waiting for them in a wide cave.
Today Hogg seems to be traveling far away.
It had already put on light leather armor, and next to it was its own mighty and domineering warg, who was taking a nap. Next to Hogg, a row of skeletons stood like exhibits, waiting for guests to choose.
"Skeleton shield bearers, skeleton swordsmen, skeleton archers, skeleton spear throwers, skeleton cavalry and skeleton mages, these are all the skeleton army types I currently have.
You can choose one yourself, don’t be rigid, just pick whatever you want.”
Hogg grinned, imitating the tone of His Excellency the Chief, waving the warg leather whip that Nash had carefully knitted for himself, and said to the dazzling Goudan:
"I can guarantee that they will not resist your death call, but the 'free' help is only available this time. This is to thank my friends in the 'Crimson Beast Group' for helping me regain the Smuggler's Woodland.
If you still want it later, you have to help the Bloodclaw Clan just like your friends!
What I mean is to help each other and get what we need. The Blood Claw clan still has a lot of work waiting for powerful warriors to complete, and we have also prepared corresponding reasonable rewards."
“Is it really possible to pick one for free?”
Goudan suddenly became interested.
He rubbed his hands and thanked the cunning jackal chief in front of him for his generosity, but Che Che and Good Pigeon beside him did not take it seriously.
Hogg's generosity comes with conditions. They have also done missions with the Blood Claw Clan before.
In their eyes, although Hogg is smart, the barbaric habits of a jackal are still affecting him. When it comes to sending out tasks, Lord Murphy can make people feel like a spring breeze, while Hogg can only make people feel a little...
A cold, fair deal.
Of course, this stereotype is obviously related to Hogg's poor appearance, but in any case, Hogg is far from proficient in being an NPC.
At most it can be considered a novice on the road.
"I want this! This looks very majestic."
After a lot of selection, Brother Goudan finally chose the skeleton cavalry riding a skeleton horse.
Hogg didn't care that this guy chose the "most expensive" one. In its view, the Skeleton Army was a consumable. With the young players' too "wild" fighting style and too violent fighting intensity, sooner or later they would
If this thing breaks, they will come back to buy new servants.
Well, in this case, I should probably expect the warriors to destroy it.
When Goudan unskilledly used the Death Recruitment spell to sign a servant contract with the Skeleton Cavalry, it held the Scepter of Command in its hand to suppress the Skeleton Cavalry's mental resistance.
Hogg got this scepter not just a day or two ago. He is very easy to learn and has already mastered how to use this scepter. He also has a certain understanding of undead creatures.
Although the undead creatures are all dead, they were also given a certain degree of "free will" when they were pulled back from the death embrace of Hades. If you want to enslave the undead creatures, you must fight against this "will of the dead."
This is very difficult for beginners, and novices like Goudan who have changed jobs for less than a day cannot even think about it.
But now with Hogg's help, Goudan successfully completed the enslavement. However, this process also drained Goudan's pitiful spiritual energy from his body, leaving him to sit on the ground, panting and resting, while feeling the strange feeling.
The changes brought about by the Pact of the Dead.
It seems that part of his own will has been extended and is bound to the skeleton cavalry in a "binding" manner. He can give it some vague instructions.
This method of instruction will gradually become more refined as his understanding of the coffin bearer's profession and his psychic manipulation improve.
According to the stories I heard from Mrs. Tris when I changed jobs, it is said that the masters of the dead in the Holy City of the Moon can even command their zombie brides to dance for guests with a song that is no less than an elegant dancer and has a desert style.
Belly dance.
But that legendary realm is obviously still a bit far away for Goudan.
"That scepter!"
As a blood torturer, Cheche keenly noticed the command staff on Hogg's waist, and he asked tentatively:
"Can it be sold?"
"You are so discerning, greedy warrior."
Hogg was not angry because the warrior coveted his treasure. On the contrary, the cunning gnoll mounted his warg and said in a mysterious voice:
"I am willing to give it to you, but I can't do it now. I only have this scepter in my hand and I have to use it to defend my clan.
But I don't know for sure in the future. Maybe in the future I will give this powerful magical weapon as a gift to those friends of the Bloodclaw clan.
Yes
As long as we can become good friends!
Everything that exists in our treasury, everything that I have, can be given to you.
But now, I have to leave first. Please let your friends manage their skeleton cavalry and don't let it run rampant in my den.
In addition, my hunter told me that the part of the woodland bordering the Andeman Hills has recently been haunted by vampires from the Wolfsbane clan.
Why don't you grant eternal death to those enemies in the name of Lord Murphy? Oh, that beautiful word is called 'eternal silence', which is really hard to pronounce for the tongue of a jackal."
After saying that, Hogg drove the majestic warg and quickly disappeared into the big beast's den under the protection of Nash and several elite hunters and barbarians.
Cheche and Hao Gegege, who were left here, stared at each other, Cheche complained:
"It doesn't matter that I've been criticized so hard by Mr. Murphy, how come even the Jackals can criticize me? The NPCs in this game are really eye-opening."
"But you have to admit that although Hogg's pie is straightforward and lacks depth, it is well drawn."
Good Pigeon narrowed his eyes and said:
"That Scepter of Command! That thing can definitely effectively enhance the destructive power of us psychic masters. If Hogg, a gnoll thief, can use it, then we can also use it and use it better.
If Hogg's clan can really sell this kind of thing in the future, then not only will hunters have to gain reputation here, but psionicists will also flock here.
By the way, hasn't Meow Shark been trying to improve the reputation of the Bloodclaw clan recently so that he can learn the secret technique of taming hyenas?
I think we should give him some support and let him become the first little player to cultivate the Bloodclaw clan to the level of worship, so that we can enjoy this wave of version bonuses first."
"What a great idea! Let's go find Meow Shark."
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"Go this way! Chief, you can get to where you want to go faster from this way."
Hogg and his party quickly entered the Filthy Swamp via a path known only to jackals.
This swamp land that is unbearably smelly to ordinary people seems very comfortable to the jackals. Even the hyenas and wargs under their crotches felt some kind of "happiness" in the mud and started to have fun.
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As the hunting captain, Nash leads the way. In the past period of time, it has led clan hunters deep into the swamp several times, and it is already very familiar with this place.
But Nash knew what Hogg was going to do today, so during a break after traveling for an hour, Nash leaned over and waggled his tail and asked softly:
"Chief, do you really want to risk contact with those dangerous plague warlocks? Will they kill us? That big idiot Ken Porter is not friendly to us.
It calls us ‘crippled bitches’.
I guess the gnolls from the Dark Mountains all have this arrogant attitude."
"It's not a matter of whether I think about it or not, Nash."
While eating the dried venison, Hogg glanced at the calculation orb hanging on his wrist. There was a clear mission on it that came directly from Lord Murphy.
That was an order he couldn't refuse.
"I initially felt that it was enough for me to be satisfied that our clan could safely stay in Smuggler's Wood. However, Nash, when I realized that Lord Murphy and his warriors were preparing to march into the swamp, I realized that maybe blood
The Claw Clan's future doesn't lie in hiding in the woodlands."
Hogg enjoyed discussing these issues with Nash.
Not only because Nash has a similar background to it, but also because Nash is smart enough to understand Hogg's ideas.
Chief Bloodclaw looked at the mud swamp in front of him, which was blocked by vines intertwined by low trees, and whispered:
"This swamp, Nash, maybe we can own it! We can build a 'kingdom' belonging to the Bloodclaw Gnolls in this hidden swamp.
It's more secretive and richer here.
Human beings avoid this place but we can live in it. This is a heaven-sent place.
The Smuggler's Grove can accommodate too few clan members. Only by taking over the Filthy Swamp and only after I become the 'Swamp Lord' can the Bloodclaw clan develop to a stronger stage.
And you also saw the scenes of those skeleton armies attacking us mercilessly.
Even though they are controlled by the Plague Warlock, those guys who are supposed to be our compatriots don't care about our life or death at all."
Hogg snorted and said:
"They are not even as friendly to us as Lord Murphy's warriors. In that case, why don't we take advantage of the fact that they will be defeated to reap huge benefits for our clan?"
Nash was a little scared after hearing the chief's ambition.
Although it is smart, it does not have Hogg's bizarre experience or a vampire to open the door to its ambition.
Hogg blinked when he saw Nash's fearful lowered tail. He patted Nash's shoulder with his paw and whispered:
"After I lead my people into the swamp, I will leave the Smuggler's Grove to you, Nash, where you can build your own clan."
"no I do not!"
Nash became even more frightened, and screamed in fear:
"I know the story of 'Nash One'. Other tribesmen just think it is bad luck, but I know why it died. Chief, I swear to the Lord of the Hunt!
I will never betray you!"
"Ha, don't be afraid."
Hogg nodded with satisfaction, stood up, ate the dried venison in his hand, and said:
"Mr. Murphy said it well, fear is also a kind of motivation! Then follow my footsteps, otherwise the next 'Nash' will replace you.
Let's go, Plague Town is just ahead.
Let us, in the name of the remnants of King Kenbot, make contact with those arrogant poison warlocks, as a way to see in advance how rich the inheritance we can 'inherit' from them is."
